Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1450

Jenson hid in an alley across the street. After Germaine got into a cab, he also hailed one to follow her. When they reached the destination, he realized that she was only going to the company.

He was confused, wondering why she had taken such a big detour and even abandoned her car just now. What was she up to?

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Priscilla took Cheryl out shopping for the whole afternoon and returned to Newton Residence with many shopping bags. Most of them contained the clothes that Priscilla had picked for Cheryl.

Priscilla said that winning her over would be equivalent to winning Adrian over, and Cheryl believed her. Thus, there's this pile of weird clothes.

As soon as they entered the house, Priscilla urged Cheryl to try them on. She randomly picked the ugliest one and shoved it into Cheryl's arms. "Adrian likes this style the most. If you put it on, he'll definitely be captivated."

In order to please her future mother-in-law, Cheryl obediently took the clothes to her room and changed into them. When she came downstairs, she turned from a sweet girl into an outrageous country bumpkin.

"Does it look nice?" Cheryl stood at the staircase awkwardly, forcing a smile.

"Ahem… Nice, it's nice. It's simply amazing." Priscilla nearly choked on her drink but still acted like Cheryl looked stunning. "You look just like my son's dream girl."

The more she looked at Cheryl, the happier she smiled. Adrian would definitely be scared away if he saw such a ridiculous look. This would surely put an end to their relationship.

"Ms. Gabin, what do you think?" Cheryl still thought it was weird.

Priscilla nudged Ursula, desperately signaling her to just compliment Cheryl blindly. But Ursula spoke her mind frankly, "Although this is also a kind of style and quite humorous, it doesn't really suit you."

Adrian came downstairs just in time to hear that, and his expressionless face instantly darkened. "It turns out that you enjoy being a matchmaker, passionately matching people up. Why didn't you marry yourself off?"

"Adrian, how could you talk to a woman like that?" Priscilla scolded.

"I'm just speaking the truth," Adrian replied coldly, his tone harsh. "Ms. Gabin, we are not related, so you should mind your own business from now on."

With that, he went back upstairs. Ursula's eyes flickered with a moment of sadness, her mind reeling.

"Adrian must be too busy with his work recently. His anger wasn't directed at you; please don't take it to heart, Ursula," Priscilla comforted her.

"It's fine." Ursula forced a smile and brushed it off.